SOAKED TO THE BONE
"Passing cloud" old wizened ones sighed.
Sun rays held hands,
Dancing through morning bird songs,
Some angels, held sway, in cloud puffs.
Jealous of the delight, of shards of light,
Kissing ocean ripples and window panes,
These sky babes,
Like spoilt children stamping feet
In playground squabbles,
Rained down upon noon time.
And, since it was The Dry Season,
Many an umbrella was left at home,
Resting weary Rainy Season ribs.
Many many pedestrians were soaked to the bones.
"Passing cloud" old wizened ones sighed.
SOAKED TO THE BONE © gillena cox 2018
Revisit
5 April 2015
Take the Weather With You
Prompted by Paul John Dear; challenged: Pen me a weather related poem.
